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A beautifully written historical fiction novel about the Khmer Empire exploring fate, colonialism, spirituality and trauma.

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#NewRelease – Mallory’s Mark by Erzabet Bishop


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 OUT NOW! Mallory’s Mark: Book Two in the Demons of Darkness series!

From USA Today bestselling author Erzabet Bishop- Step into a stand-alone novel  of shifters, vampires and a succubus on the run from her past.

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Mallory’s Mark
Demons in Darkness Book Two
Erzabet Bishop
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: Novel
Word Count: 57545
Page Count: 256
Price: 4.99
ISBN: 978-1-947135-03-1
Release Date: 2017-05-11

Hotter than Hell and eager for sin…

Mallory is having a bad year, even for a succubus. Her adorable dog has transformed into the Devil himself, and she can’t catch a date without someone dropping dead in her wake. Now a hot shifter detective is on Mallory’s trail, and things are about to get dicey. Even a trip for a cut and curl can’t ease her spirits. After Mallory rescues a dog in distress, her luck might finally be turning around. Sometimes the one you save saves you right back, and maybe that sexy investigator will turn out to be exactly what she needs as well. But someone from Mallory’s past has a score to settle, and her hot new boyfriend may just end up on the menu.

All that glitters could be murderous…

Detective Bryce Richardson is a werewolf on a mission. A murderer is stalking the city streets, and all signs point to one very gorgeous lady with a string of one-night stands and a growing pile of bodies. Watching her with her blind rescue dog tugs on his heartstrings, and he finds himself falling for his chief suspect, hook, line, and sinker. A true mate is hard to find and when his animal speaks, he’s learned to listen. But can Bryce keep his head long enough to solve the murders, or will he be next in the killer’s sights?

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Excerpt 1:
 Bryce watched the blonde woman sitting alone at the table on the outskirts of the bar. Nursing his drink, he sloshed the remaining amber liquid in the glass and pondered going over and talking to her. Pretty and petite, he had a feeling she would be interesting to talk to. At one point, she’d met his gaze and something tripped inside him, making the bold comment he’d planned sink into wordless nothing.
His wolf howled, pacing beneath his skin, definitely interested, the call to mate nearly boiling under his skin. Was she any different than the others? Barflies, he was learning, were not helping in his search.
There was no mystery as to what that meant in the shifter world. His animal had found a woman he wanted as a mate. But that didn’t mean his human side necessarily agreed. He should be gearing up to go to his pack’s gathering, but none of the females had caught his interest. And if not now, he couldn’t imagine that would change in the two months when he was expected to go. All unmated wolves were required to attend.
Fuck that.
His mate was right here, staring him in the face. But she wasn’t a shifter, and he had to take care. It would have been so much more simple if she had been. Chemistry would have taken over, and that would have been that.
If he were smart he would walk away and just plan on going to the gathering. But there was something about her, drawing him closer like a fly to honey. He’d walked by the table earlier, and her scent had snared him, his cock hardening.
Huh. Fly. The irony of the thought made him cringe.
Bryce had seen her here once or twice before, but she’d been with two guys. The one from before and another guy. They’d always laughed and had a good time. But today she’d been down, barely meeting the other guy’s conversation from the looks of it.
Interesting.
His wolf rumbled in his chest, unhappy with his choice to remain an observer. But something told him all wasn’t as it seemed. As soon as the thought came, it went as he watched the woman his wolf wanted as a mate.
He’d brought other women home, but it was always her in the back of his mind. No matter the curves. But damned if she wasn’t always dating some other guy. The man she was with before had gotten up and left, but she’d stayed. Was she meeting someone here?
She’d danced with one of the guys from the bar, but one song later and she was back at her table, a new drink in hand.
It was now or never. Before some other asshole decided to get in his way.
And he was tired of keeping his distance.
Fuck it.
He stood, his pulse thrumming under his skin and made his way over to her table. Her blonde hair cascaded down around her heart-shaped face, her eyes twinkling with merriment as she took him in.
“Is this seat taken?”
She glanced up at him, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. “Not anymore.”




Excerpt 2:
The little dog rested against Mallory’s chest. Exhausted from the events of the day, she carted her purse, the bottle of pills, bowls, a bag of kibble, her new prescription cards and the cans of wet food the vet seemed to think were must-haves all the way up the stairs to her second-floor apartment.
The vet had woken them both up after about an hour to check the pup’s progress and then carted him away for a quick bath. The dog returned to her promptly, tail wagging, and they took off, the scorch marks still steaming from her credit card.
Ouch.
She could do this. Be the person the little guy needed. He didn’t have anyone else.
Yeah. And that’s worked out so well for you in the past.
She willed her internal voice to shut the hell up. Pets were different than men. And dogs were different than a goldfish. They told you when they were hungry. Or at least she thought they did.
He’d slept peacefully on the seat next to her all the way home, and when she stopped, he barely perked up as she jostled him and the rest of her parcels to her front door. Finagling her keys, she kicked the door open with her foot and shut it unceremoniously with her mud-covered ass.
“There.” She tossed the bags onto the kitchen counter and carried the little guy back with her to the bathroom.
“Shower time, kiddo.”
This was going to be weird. Mallory nibbled on her lip and pondered what to do with him while she was in the shower. Terrence wasn’t a problem. She knew what to expect from him, but this little, unnamed pup was something else entirely. The vet had also told her to make sure there was nothing that he could run into and hurt himself. After her shower, that was right up there on the list.
She lowered the little dog down on the floor, towel and all, just inside the bathroom and hustled to the bedroom closet to divest herself of her clothes. She felt disgusting. Covered in mud and hair and God only knew what else, it was time to get clean.
A yip sounded down the hall, and she hurriedly stripped. Dropping her clothes in the hamper, Mallory streaked back down the hall to the bathroom. The little dog had gotten up and started exploring, bumping into everything in sight.
And why did she get the distinct scent of brimstone?
Huh.
Go figure.
“Hey there, buddy. How you doing?” The little dog whined and made his way tentatively toward her. She scooped him up and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Well, hi there.” He gave her a look and nuzzled his head against her cheek, his little tail wagging.
“What do you think I should I name you?” She really had no idea. The dog nosed her again and gave a snort. “What do you think of Doodle?”
The dog made a little whining sound, and his eyes took on a distinct shade of red.
“Well, I don’t hear you making any suggestions.”
That explained a few things. Puppy in the street when Luc had told her to get her hair done. Only an idiot wouldn’t put two and two together. Her bestie had sent her a hellhound.
Mallory grinned. She should have known he wouldn’t forget to make sure she was protected.
Mallory reached over and shut the bathroom door. “You stay in here while I get cleaned up. Then we’ll feed you and talk about the rest, OK?”
The little dog cocked his head and wrinkled his forehead as if he were trying to figure out what she was saying.
“Here.” Mallory reached inside the bathroom closet and plucked out a large towel. She reached under the vanity and laid out the towel, bunching it up to be sort of like a dog bed.
Then it hit her. She hadn’t gotten him a bed.
“We’ll get you fixed up, sweetie. Don’t you worry about a thing.” But she knew getting a dog bed was probably going to be a futile endeavor. Terrence had slept with her every night, and part of her hoped the little guy would be similarly inclined. She’d never slept so well in her life as when she’d had his tiny warmth snuggled up next to her. Inviting the devil into your bed for night nights should have given her nightmares. As long as he was a cute little Chihuahua everything was fine. Luc was a gentleman.
Speaking of Luc. She went back to her purse and snagged her phone, shooting him a pic of the dog.
Your replacement. Traitor.
Let him sink his teeth into that for a bit. Mallory grinned and went back to her shower preparations.
“Why don’t you lay down here, honey?” She picked up the dog and deposited him in the towel bed. “Stay here.” She turned on the shower and jumped underneath the warm spray, letting the water take away the grime, grit, and mud from her day.
Mallory should have known it was too quiet. Strawberry shampoo and lavender soap reinvigorated her, and as she stepped out onto the mat, she felt her toes sink into something warm and squishy. Then the smell hit her.
“Ugh! Doodle!”
The dog raised its head from the towel and snuggled in deeper.
At least he was beginning to know his name.
“You…you…ugh!” Mallory put her foot back in the shower, wrenching on the water and removing the sprayer from the showerhead above it. Squirting the unholy mess off of her foot, she soaped it and sprayed it again. “That was nasty.”
Mallory emerged from the tub and cursed. She’d forgotten to grab a towel for herself from the bar across the room. Edging around the poop and dripping water everywhere, Mallory stepped onto the rug and carefully navigated her feet to avoid touching it again.
How could such a huge pile of crap come out of such a small dog? Mallory curled her lip in disgust, and she looked at the dog with horrified wonder.
She kicked the rug over and reached for a towel, trailing water across the floor.
“Great.”
Tucking the towel around her, she started to go for the soiled rug when the doorbell rang.



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About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is a USA Today bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction, Map of Bones, Sanguine Shadows,  Arcane (Prowlers and Growlers set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Taming the Beast, Mistletoe Kisses, Surrender, Torment (upcoming), Hedging Her Bets, Cat’s Got Her Tongue (upcoming), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark,The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Sweet Seductions, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.

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PHOENIX – By Daccari Buchelli: The Blog Tour





Phoenix
The Peradon Fantasy Series
Book One
Daccari Buchelli
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Publisher: Buchelli Books
Date of Publication: 30th April 2017
ISBN: 9780995768307 print
ISBN: 9780995768314 eBook
ASIN: B06XSL13FD
Number of pages: 396
Word Count: 100,980
Cover Artist: T.L. Mason
Tagline: ‘You’re only a prisoner if you believe you are.’
Book Description:
‘You’re only a prisoner if you believe you are.’
Magic. Sheltered from the cruelties of the world, Princess Violetta came to adore it. When a terrible tragedy befalls her realm, she vows to shun her royal duties, setting off a chain of events that will see her true power come to light.
Prince Ryore spent his life at the mercy of his father and was deemed the weak link in the chain of command. His new found status as Emperor sees the entire Frost realm bow to him. Little does he know that enemies lurk within his walls, determined to end his reign before it begins.
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Excerpt:
‘Darius, can you
feel that?’
A tingling
sensation seeped into her bones. It pulsed through her, prickling the hairs on
the back of her neck.
‘Darius,
something feels wrong.’
Violetta turned
and was surprised to find Darius facing away. His tall frame appeared to have
frozen beside her much loved tree, his face turned up toward the sky.
‘Brother? What’s
wrong? Tell me.’
Violetta
followed her brother’s gaze.
Darkness stole
over her. Violetta could see the storm a mile off and it showed no signs of
letting up. She flinched as she felt something hit her face. Water? Darius
began to stir, but Violetta’s eyes remained fixed on the sky. She had heard of
rain. It was said that the Air Realm was frequently visited by such cool
showers, but never had she heard of a storm in the Flame Realm. At least, not
since the Almighty Storm of the Ancients.
Violetta felt
her courage flee her. She let out a high-pitched squeal; a reaction to the
hands that had forced themselves around her arms.
‘Shh, it’s just
me.’ Darius stroked the golden waves of her hair. ‘We must get inside.
Understand?’
Violetta gazed
into her brother’s dark eyes. She nodded.
‘Yes.’
‘Good, we
haven’t got long before the storm hits.’
Violetta dove
toward Jork’s ball. She trapped it between her wrinkled skirts, gathering it up
in her slender arms. The rain gathered speed.
‘Darius, I’ve
got it!’ she squealed. Silence greeted her. ‘Darius? Where are you?’
Violetta could
hear raised voices in the distance. They were muffled, likely from inside the
secret passage they had used to get down here.
‘Darius?’ She
spotted a limp shape stretched across the lap of her tree. ‘DARIUS!’
Something struck
Violetta hard in the shoulder, lifting her clean off the ground. Her mouth
formed a silent scream as she flew through the air, clinging tight to Jork’s
ball. To Violetta’s surprise, she landed on her feet.
Violetta’s
vision swam, her shoulder screaming in agony at a chunk of ice that had pierced
the flesh. She glanced about, searching for Darius when something else zipped
past her ear. Violetta tried to put thoughts of the pain aside. She gazed above
her, where the sky had become a blinding white.
Violetta’s
fingernails dug into her ball and the agony she felt appeared to diminish. Her
eyes snapped down to her shoulder, which only moments ago had been spiking with
pain.
‘That’s not
possible,’ she gasped.
Violetta’s skin
was pale and smooth, not a cut or scratch anywhere in sight. Her eyes wandered
down to Jork’s ball, before flocking back to the pale skies above. This had to
be a dream. The sky here wasn’t white. It was a bright and beauteous blue,
always.
Remembering how
Darius had been struck, Violetta returned her gaze to her tree.
‘Darius?’
Her legs carried
her over to him, aching with the sudden chill. Violetta was unsure of what she
was going to find. She drew close and saw the tree’s tangled roots embracing
Darius. His mop of dark hair was slick with the rain, his eyes only just
glazing over.
‘No.’
Violetta knelt
down and gasped at the sight of her brother’s chest. A large needle of ice had
speared his flesh, spilling ruby liquid around its edges. A banshee’s wail
exploded from her.
All sound
escaped Violetta’s world. The edges of her vision darkened, leaving her only
with eyes for her brother.
‘Good Lord,
Prince Darius!’
Clarisse’s harsh
voice cut through the silence. The elderly nursemaid sprinted past, her cold
stare fixed on the limp form of their Realm’s heir. She bent down to examine
the prince’s wounds, shooting an angry scowl Violetta’s way.
‘Just what did
you think you were doing?’ she snarled.
 The veins in her forehead began to rise, as
though attempting to escape from their fleshy prison.
Violetta’s face
was devoid of emotion. She could do little more than stare when a startled
scream sounded nearby.
‘My boy!’
‘Mother?’
Violetta got back to her feet. ‘Mother, ice is coming down from the sky. We
must go. Darius said-‘
Violetta locked
eyes with her parent. Tears ran afresh down Queen Isobel’s face as she raced
through the rain to reach her child. Her golden curls, which were usually
pinned atop her head, now hung loose and trailed limply down her back.
No-one noticed
the shards of ice soaring past. Violetta wanted to run. She wanted to warn her
mother before it was too late, but her body felt like it had frozen in place.
She strained against her fear with all her might.
‘Mother, we must
go! Now!’
The queen darted
across to the great oak tree. She scooped up the body of her only son, wailing
against his dark mop of hair.
‘Darius!’
The despair in
her voice matched the feelings that stirred within Violetta.

Queen Isobel
refused to part from her son. He lay there, still as stone, his flesh growing
colder by the moment. Violetta would remember this day for the rest of her
life. She clung tight to Jork’s gift and prepared to race, to grasp hold of her
mother, when another shard shot out of the darkness. A struggling scream filled
the air. It was a scream that would haunt her forever.

About the Author:
Born in 1993, British writer Daccari Buchelli spends his time focusing on his favourite genre, Fantasy. Having developed an early love of literature, he became determined to create his own magical wonderlands for fellow readers to explore. He spent his teenage years working on several Fantasy novellas, which he has yet to release to the general public.
He has since released the first book in a new Fantasy series, which revolves around young royals and the elemental magic that they possess.
As an active member of the LGBT+ community, Mr Buchelli hopes to help reduce intolerance and bullying by promoting acceptance and understanding of those different to ourselves.

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GUEST BLOG! – Sources of Inspiration

This one is all about me

David Gilchrist

Here’s a wee guest blog from fellow writer Grant Leishman on sources of inspiration

SOURCES OF INSPIRATION – OR, “WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NEXT?”

Firstly, I want to thank David Gilchrist for asking me to be a guest on his blog today.

As an author, people often ask me two questions:

1/ Why did you become an author? and;

2/ Where do you get your inspiration from for your stories?

So, addressing the first question, why did I become an author? Well, that’s relatively simple really. Because I promised my Mummy I would. Let me explain. Many, many moons ago, when I was just eight-years-old and lying at home, in my bed, dying of some dreaded flu or cold, I decided the only way I could pass the time away was by reading. In the four days I was off school sick, I read “The Swiss Family Robinson”…

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